The Puppet Factory

Part 5

In an instant I stopped and grabbed my arm, my sleeve was torn but luckily the bullet only grazed over my skin. It passed quite deep though, my sleeve slowly began changing colour to a dark red.

Out of nowhere I heard a somewhat high pitched voice that didn't belong to Trinity who repeatedly pulled the trigger in my general direction, only to find that she'd ran out of ammunition. The same moment, the gun was taken from her before she received a punch in face.

"You Bitch!"

Did that guy say that or was it someone else? Wait, one of them is female? Wow I don't even know who it was, they all look so, manly. Before another blow was sent towards Trinity, Kyle stepped in the way, afterwards, he seemed pretty winded.

All the commotion was stopped by a loud whistle from the leader. I don't think he wanted to even bother with the matter for he just marched out, I mentally noted that he was limping. I was gently pushed to follow him. As we neared the front entrance I looked back at the sound of a soft moan. It came from the stranger with the soothing voice.

"Are you alright? Were you hit when my sister panicked?" He grunted lowly before answering. The pain was clearly visible in his eyes, he may be in even more than me.

"Only a graze, nothing I can't handle. Your sister is not the sharpest shooter."

A small smile twitched onto my face -as I agree with him- before disappearing, I quickly made my way out. What am I doing? I can't be showing any positive emotions in front of my captors!

I rushed down the door steps shivering slightly as the chilly weather of the night hit me. I stood awkwardly as the other three came out. The same person who punched Trinity locked the door from the outside before breaking the handle. As they came closer I saw them holding packets containing rope, duct tape and a lot of keys; our main, extra, and security house keys to be exact.

They all got into a small five seater before I was pulled onto the lap of the window looker at the back. The nice stranger and the leader squashed in next to him. So this is why he'd complained about the size...

"Oh no you don't."

As quick as I sat down I was lifted up again and placed between the legs of the nice stranger who sat in the middle.

"Hey, I'm not that bad. I can keep my hands to myself... I bet even better than you can!" I imagined that the window looker was pouting as we sped off down the road.

"Keep telling yourself that... Maybe one day it will happen." Was the monotone response from the friendly stranger. They're joking right? I wonder, would they like their nicknames if they knew I addressed them so casually like this in my head?

In the distance sirens could be heard... Wow, this is the fastest they've answered for anything. The driver quickly pulled into a random driveway and left the car idling, with the lights on, as if waiting for the gates to open.

"This will never work."

"You'll be surprised just how stupid cops can be; they'll pass us off as unknowing visitors to the area or something. Now stay down."

The person in the front passenger seat turned back, so that's the women, the same person who punched Trinity. I was pushed down to lay with my head in the window lookers' lap and my legs slightly resting on the leaders, the nervous chuckle from the window looker and groans from the friendly stranger and the leader did not go unnoticed.

Idiotic police didn't even slowdown- not to mention stop- to inspect the suspicious vehicle! When on our way again another police car came by so I stayed low. We suddenly hit a speed bump, the leader and the friendly stranger both hissed at the driver as I watched a first aid kit slide out from under the seat.